blogombal Chapter 173
Chapter 173
"But Master Meng, do you know how many people have fallen in the red tide of the turbulent times in the years of 2000, your so-called persistence is impossible to achieve, it may just be a joke!"
Xiao Xian took a few steps forward, raised his hand, and the void was directly split in two by him.
The whole space is like a calm water surface being cut open, and huge waves are swept in, and they are progressing layer by layer in the space, like a mirror of flowers and moons, and Xiao Xian's figure is the brightest light in the mirror.
Whether it was Mencius or King Hui of Liang, they were all shocked by the scene in front of them.
"This..."King Liang Hui was already shocked, he had never seen such an unpredictable method, just like a myth and legend, a method used by immortals.
Mencius's face calmed down again after the initial difference.
A slight smile rippled on his face, and he slowly spoke, muttering softly: "Confucius said that you are from after 2000, then you are from after 2000, I just ... Why do
I doubt you? Isn't it doubting Confucius when I doubt you? It turns out that what you said is right, but I am wrong. The
world in front of him has changed dramatically, and Xiao Xian walks through the long river of years with his hands behind his back.
All the worlds in the past 3,000 years, the civilizations that have existed in each era, in the turbulent and flowing river of time, are like a flash in the eyes of the three people.
And the most frequent occurrence is war, killing, blood.
The shattered world is filled with countless lives, and everyone is struggling in dire straits.
The so-called peaceful world has no timeline that exists at all.
War is the most important and huge tributary of the long river of history.
Mencius looked at the scene in front of him, his expression suddenly darkened a lot, and he asked, "What
is this?" "More than 2,000 years of ups and downs, this is the overview of the world that happened after a thousand years, and no one can escape the shackles of the world.
All the universal celebrations are just disguised illusions, and the dire situation is the ultimate sign that the symbols of each era are connected.
All the people in the world are just the most inconspicuous drop of ink among these symbols.
Xiao Xian's voice was sad, making people cry.
He continued: "The person who holds the pen holds the power of the common people, fights for his own selfish interests, works the people and loses money, the world is overturned, and the joys and sorrows of all the people are separated, which has nothing to do with the so-called great contemporaries of the world!"
King Hui of Liang's expression had already become overwhelmed, and Mencius's expression had become even more gloomy.
I didn't expect that the war had been going on for thousands of years, but it had never been interrupted.
"I, the ideal of my life, should take the people of the world as my own responsibility, the people are noble, the society is secondary, and the monarch is the lightest, and the benevolent government is the most worthy of the people of the world.
Mencius's voice trembled a little, and his fingers trembled with it.
He looked at the shattered world of the void on the left and right, life was like an ant in the face of war, fragile like a candle in the wind.
He said: "The king should be people-oriented, and the ruler should lead by example, but I didn't expect that the world's disasters and turmoil have not stopped after thousands of years of baptism!"
Xiao Xian looked at Mencius, his expression was calm, and asked: "So, don't you think your thoughts and propositions are too naïve?"
Mencius paused, shook his head lightly, and suddenly raised his head, his body gradually straightened, and the calm on his face faded, replaced by a shallow smile.
"Why am I naïve?"
At this moment, Mencius's clothes moved without wind in the broken space, and the cruel world arched his figure in the middle, like a cultural soul that transcended the times!
Xiao Xian suddenly smiled and said, "Listen to the younger generation!"
Mencius didn't look at the meaningful expression on Xiao Xian's face, he walked on the long river of time in the strange world, and there was a ripple blooming under his feet with every step.
One step out seems to span a hundred years, and the world behind it collapses.
He seemed to have walked ten steps, and then he seemed to have walked a hundred, and each step seemed to have a corresponding era to follow in his footsteps and perish.
Until he came to Xiao Xian's side, the world around him seemed to be silent in an instant.
"Xiao Xian Xiaoyou, Meng Ke thinks that innocence is a pure heart, an innocent heart, and an unswerving Rui heart!".